Tevor 43B7 was flying his one-man scoutship well beyond the last known reach of the former Empire of Man including any Lost Worlds from the long Interregnum of its fall; his mission was to find further habitable worlds for the increasingly large populations of the Republic of Humanity, as the policy of the Republic was to not send such excess populations that might wish to colonize other worlds to any planets that already had an extant population of any size. Large as the Empire had been, it had only stretched across a small segment of one arm of the Galaxy and any number of possible worlds still remained. His scoutship was therefore armed with sensors that could detect life wherever it came upon it, not just navigate to the former worlds of the Empire like many such scoutships of its like.
Tevor, like many scouts of the Republic Stellar Fleet, was a strong man, standing some five foot eleven inches in height, and wider in the shoulders than most men, his home planet's gravity was 1.4 G, and he was tall for his planetary population, heavily muscled for the same reason, with hair of a color that could only be described as a deep bronze tone, his eyes a crystalline green shade, his skin a tawny shade of brown that resembled but wasn't a tan, it was a melatonin component of his body due to his home sun's higher radiation of ultraviolet rays. Genetic manipulation of his ancestors that had been inherited by their progeny through the centuries.
Given where he was, the signal of a distress beacon on his scope was an utter and complete shock to him. How could a ship have gotten this far outside the realm of Man--for the beacon was emitting a code used by Mankind for many thousands of years, the simple beeping sound of three short sounds, three long sounds and three short sounds, a pause and then repeating, an S.O.S.! This meant not only that the ship in question was in distress, but its crew could not communicate!
He used his relative velocity to the signal to triangulate and found the ship to be moving at a very slow speed, well between stars, an empty void, far from any hope of rescue. Its disaster must have been very, very bad indeed. But why was it way, way out here?
No matter, he would investigate. He had to work out a course to whip himself around a nearby star to change his course that heavily then decelerate massively, gravitational forces that would have crushed him had his ship not been propelled by antigravitational fields rather than the former primitive fuels used by the first astronauts, and he reached the ship, a very small thing, and he had to search his historical records to realize that this was an escape pod of a kind not used since the times of the Empire itself! Over a thousand years ago!
How long had this pod been floating? Was anyone even still alive inside?
He brought the pod inside his own ship's cargo hold (there was fortunately room though he had to jettison some supplies and plan to return to the Republic immediately) and he went to the escape pod to find out what he had captured.
The escape pod held some ten chambers, meant to keep their people in suspended animation, but the long time in transit meant that nine of them had failed. Only one of them had kept in operation, and this was partly because its occupant wasn't an adult, but a young boy of some six or seven years of age. Tevor worked quickly, draining the compartment in which he floated so that he could take the boy out of the myriad cords that hooked to his body and throwing a stasis field over the small form, this was the modern version of suspended animation and would keep him alive until he could get the boy into his own medical bay.
The modern equipment did in minutes what twenty-first century medicine would have taken weeks or months to do, repairing the child's body and bringing him back to full health by speeding up his metabolism and urging his cells into rapid repair and regeneration. The boy, now fully awake and recovered, sat up as the medical bay equipment retreated back into the wall, and he looked around, bewildered. "Where am I?" is what he said, but to Tevor it was so much gabble-gabble.
Tevor understood and reached into a pouch on his belt to pull out a translator device, and moved to put it on the boy's skull beside the right ear. The boy pulled away, startled.
"Easy, son, I'm not going to hurt you," Tevor said in a reassuring tone. He made a gesture with his hands, "sit down, relax, trust me" that was universally understood among Men, and the boy relaxed and Tevor was able to affix the device. "Now, say that again and I will understand you," he said to the boy.
The boy was startled again (he now understood Tevor) and said, "I just asked where I was."
"You are on my starship, I have rescued your escape pod."
"Where are my parents?" the boy looked about. He had sunny-gold hair, blue eyes, and a fair skin, all of which appeared to be Earth-normal. A quite attractive, rather cherubic boy, cute and innocent and unscarred by life, save for the suction-cups which had been attached to him for a millennium.
Tevor grew solemn. "Were they on the escape pod with you?"
"I don't know. Probably."
"If they were, then I am sorry. You are the only one who survived. Your escape pod must have been traveling a very long time. Do you know when you entered the pod?"
"Uh-huh. It was some time in the year 2118," the boy said.
Tevor was puzzled, and had to query the computer for the odd dating system. Given the answer, he turned back to the boy and said, "Your escape pod was not picked up by anyone and floated completely out of the stars of Mankind. I only found you by accident. You have been floating for one thousand and seventeen years of time."
The boy had been tearing up with the loss of his parents and this further information broke the dam, he began to wail inconsolably. Tevor, his heart wrenched by this time, took the child to his broad, strong chest and held him, patted his back and said what comforting phrases he could think of, which weren't many.
After quite some time, the tears stopped and the boy stopped, sniffling and wiping at the tears on his face. Tevor summoned the medical bay equipment again and it applied its art to the boy's face and dealt with the swelling and redness in his eyes, leaving him as if he had never shed a tear or a sniffle.
"Now, child, my name is Tevor. What is yours?"
"Charles. But everyone called me Chuck."
"All right, Chuck. We have an eight-week trip aboard my ship before we get back to my home planet, so let me spend some time teaching you what has happened in the last thousand years. It has been a lot."
He spent over a day helping the boy adjust to the basics of his new life. His family's life had been one of flight, helping build the spaceship that led to them flee the war that finally found their planet in the fall of the Empire of Man. He had gone to sleep in suspended animation on the spaceship before it had left his home world, and awakened on Tevor's ship. He knew nothing of the crisis that had caused him to be placed on the escape pod. Some of the ship's crew had remained awake to pilot the ship, they would have placed him in the pod. Tevor chose to keep the pod's existence on his ship a secret from the boy. Best keep his parent's fate a mystery, they were gone from his life in either event, either dying in the fate that their ship suffered, or arriving at a new world long ago without their son.
Chuck watched the story of the death of the Empire and the building of the Republic of Man with avid curiosity and he applauded the new inventions of Mankind that had arisen in the decades since. He became a bright, bubbly, curious addition to Tevor's ship and while he got underfoot a good bit, he was also a cheerful, happy, hopeful beacon of the future for Tevor to enjoy.
Tevor was working in his ship's hydroponic garden (it was a source for both his breathing oxygen and fresh produce, and with the extra person on board, he had had to increase its production two-fold, fortunately not a hard thing to do) when Chuck came in to see him. "Hello, Chuck!" Tevor said.
Chuck was silent, then he said, "I was in the cargo area. I saw the escape pod."
"Oh." Tevor stopped what he was doing. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to fret."
"Are my parents' bodies on the pod?"
"I don't know, Chuck, honest."
"Their names are on their compartments just like it was on mine," Chuck informed him. "Did you check that?"
"No." Tevor said, then resolved himself. "But while I won't take you to look at them, I will send a bot down to read the plates on the other compartment's name plates."
"All right. That's all I want to know."
The bot went down and checked. Tevor didn't hide the other nine names from Chuck. None of them matched his parents.
"Then what happened to them?" Chuck asked. His voice was forlorn.
"I don't know. Nobody knows. The Interregnum caused many records to be lost. Maybe they made it safe to a new world and lived a long life. Sometimes a crisis can force a ship to jettison part of its cargo, even human cargo. We just don't know." Tevor said.
"Yeah." Chuck mused on this. "I'm sorry I was mad at you, Tevor. You've been so very nice to me."
"Thank you."
Tevor had bent down to resume his work and Chuck reached out and kissed him on his cheek, then left. Tevor kept working and was happier, he wasn't sure why.
Tevor kept his ship on a night-day cycle with his ship on autopilot during his sleep hours and his lights were dimmed but never completely off, like many spacemen, he found total darkness to be intensely claustrophobic even though he wasn't bothered by it when on a planet. So his slumber was accompanied by a low level light much like a child's night light and no fellow spaceman would have condemned him for that.
But when Chuck slipped into his sleeping compartment that "night," he saw at once who his visitor was. "Chuck," he said as he rose from his bed. He slept nude, for the ship's temperature was quite comfortable and without any covers for the same reason, but it left him fully exposed to the boy's eyes. The boy wore only a pair of underwear the ship had made for him as he had been nude inside the suspended animation compartment. "Why are you awake? Did you have a bad dream?"
"No. Can I come to bed with you?"
"My bunk is kind of small," Tevor said. This was true, it was a one-person bunk.
"I don't mind."
"Well, okay." Tevor dialed the bunk to a lower gravity so that Chuck's weight would not be burdensome to him. The boy's weight plus his own equaled about his own normal weight "There, now I can't even feel you." he said.
"Mmmm, but I can feel you real good." Chuck murmured. Tevor realized at some time while he had been occupied with the grav meter, the boy had discarded his briefs. His little dong was brushing against his own larger organ. "Can you feel that?" he asked as he rubbed it back and forth.
"Yeah, but would your parents approve of this?" Tevor asked him.
"My parents are far, far away," Chuck said. "Question is, what do you think of this?" He hadn't stopped his rubbing and his little doodle had gotten quite stiff. So had Tevor's own dong, it was rising to the occasion, the rotten traitor.
That was a loaded question. A space scout was taught that every society had its own moral code and no code was right or wrong in and of itself, and a scout had to be ready to "go with the flow" of whatever code applied on the world on which he found himself.
"I...I kind of like it," he admitted.
"That's good," Chuck said. "I bet it would like it even better if I were to do this." His left hand had been sliding down Tevor's strong powerful chest, over the well-ridged abdomen, those muscles frozen in permanent flex due to his life on a heavy-grav planet, and down to the now-stiff prod, a stiff seven inches of throbbing man-cock, and he gripped it tightly. "How does this feel?"
"Nice, but I bet it would feel even better if you were to jack it a while." Tevor gasped.
Chuck began to pump on the rod with the ease of a boy who had done similar many times before. "Like this?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, exactly, ummmmmmmmmm!" Tevor moaned. "God, kid, how many men you done this with before?"
"I dunno, a few," Chuck said. "While we were getting the ship ready, I was put into a barracks with the single men, so few other kids on the site, and the guys were kind of lonely, so I sort of did my part by helping out here and there."
"Here and there! Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh! Was this all you did?"
"Of course not!" Chuck said. "You want to see what else I did?"
"If you don't mind," Tevor moaned. "I mean, your hand is great and I don't want to insist on nothing but...."
Chuck was moving down his body so Tevor shut up and waited for the boy to scrunch down on the bunk and turn his young form around so that he could latch his mouth onto the large throbbing dong yearning for his oral attentions. His position put his tiny pair of buttocks right in Tevor's face and he watched that wriggling little sphincter for a time (it was all quite clean, Mankind had learned how to wash itself totally clean "down there" after evacuating its bowels long ago). Tevor licked his lips a bit considering it, and as the boy's lips locked on his prod and began to nurse him with a vigor that wreaked havoc on his brain and his senses, he gave in to his desires and he reached his head up and began to lap and lick and probe that tiny orifice as the boy continued to suckle his rigid manhood with a style and eagerness that flooded his brain with amazing passion.
Having done all the anal damage he could inflict with a mere tongue, he began to lap at the small testicles dangling down and Chuck gave a few soft moans that jiggled his shaft in an enticing, vibrating way, and he rose off of the proud pillar of scoutship pilot prick and said, pantingly, "Tevor, could you fuck me now?"
"You can handle being fucked, too?"
"Sure, the guys back at the shipbuilding site were all decent guys and took it easy with me," Chuck said easily. "I learned to really love taking it up the ass, and I think you'd treat me nice, you've been so kind to me since my rescue. Really."
"All right, then, if you want me to, I guess I can manage that," Tevor said with a reluctance he did not feel in the least, he was counting on the opportunity. Why else had he toyed with the butthole? Nothing like priming the chamber before loading up the artillery shells.
The bunk was too small for that sort of activity, Tevor dealt with it by getting up on the floor and having Chuck lie on the bunk. He was then able to stand at the foot of the bunk, which was not encumbered by anything, pull the boy down to where he could squat down low and push in his lubricated cock like that. He was strong enough in the weakened gravity of the compartment to move his hips back and forth in this awkward position and he leaned over while moving to embrace the young boy and they kissed for the first time in their sexual maneuvers. The boy's lips tasted funny and Tevor realized it was his own organ's flavor he was tasting, he found it was appealing in this way, to know that the boy's lips retained the essence of his dong's oils on it even now.
Chuck was gasping and moaning and Tevor was enjoying it, too, but the squatting position prevented him from being inventive, so he dealt with it in a practical way, he grabbed the boy's ankles, one in each large hand and hauled him up as he rose upright and the boy was almost upside down and he rammed the warm small butt with new vigor and agility that he had lacked in the lower position.
Chuck's face was turning red, though, as the blood drained down and Tevor saw this and relented, he bent over just long enough to scoop the small body up into his arms and soon enough he had the entire body perched with the legs around his hips and the arms around his neck and his hands under the buttocks and he was able to lift and lower the boy's buttocks onto his rod as he chose. Chuck fought his body free of that hold soon enough and he did his own bouncing as he began to reach his young climax from the energetic fucking and he clung ferociously to his powerful love as he moaned in his ecstasy, while Trevor groaned in tandem.
"Ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhhh!" Chuck cried as his body was wracked by the powerful pud jamming into his rectum with fast punches that bounced his young prostate back and forth frantically.
"Uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhh!" Tevor moaned as his own body clawed its way toward climax as the young buttocks expertly clenched and pulled at his shaft as the boy's delight translated into this contractions of his anal muscles.
"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH!" Chuck was quickly reaching his joyous conclusion.
"UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH!" Tevor was climbing the height with his young protégé.
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Chuck raised his head to look upwards as he howled in his young orgasm.
"UHH-UHH-UHH-UHH-UHH-UHHH-UHHH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHH!" Tevor's climax was a hotter, rougher one, that jetted his joy-juice in hard rough clumps of come into the boy's soft bowels rapidly, the body used to fighting much heavier gravity was able to send the spunk much further than it could in this reduced environment. For this reason, the jizz flew hard and deep into the boy's intestinal tract, crashing at last at the inner sphincter of the rectum where it was forbidden access to the further, inner sanctum.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!" Trevor staggered, but not much and he carefully lowered the exhausted boy onto the bunk and then turned and managed to sit beside him on the bunk where they panted in unison at their union of passion.
"Whoo, that was terrific!" Chuck said first.
"A very good coupling, I agree," Tevor said. "Of course, we could get better with practice."
"You think so?"
"Definitely. I would have to fix up a better bunk for us, a double wide, in one of the other compartments, for example." Tevor kept talking in this manner and the boy listened with enthusiasm.
It would be a long ride back to his home world, and there Chuck would have to find a new life for himself. Tevor would have that long to decide if he would want to change his career to make himself a part of that new life.
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